Sandy's home alone tonight

Sandy turns guys down tonight. She needs the house to herself. The red heels click against the floor as she walks in. She's already wet, already thinking about what comes next. She sits on the couch and spreads. Her fingers work her panties down just enough. She slides them inside, slow, deliberate, filling herself. The fabric stretches. She pushes deeper. Her breath catches. She pumps them in and out, hips rising to meet every stroke. The heels stay on. Her thighs tense. She finds the angle that makes her moan loud enough to echo. This is the attention she came home for.